Saturday, April 5, 2014

infinite

I remember being 18 and telling someone 28 "I hope I die before I get to be your age." Wow! I guess I never remember being in the middle of becoming my own artist. It was really hard. Like ...crazy hard. I could see it but not make it completely. That was torture. I'm 32 now and I like being alive at 32 it's peaceful mostly. Nothing as chaotic as then. I still get mad and calm my self down but now I see the silliness in my self about most things.  The road is long and hard to here but well worth the limping. we grow older as we stare in mirrors and we change slowly as we just let ours selves live limping on.

I hope you are all well.